A desire for, love

Her name felt save in his mouth

Her name felt save in his mouth

Sliding down that mossy sink of darkness;
Where the moonmilk seeps above his head
And drops like sugary moonbeams down
His Irish skin

No mirrors, to reflect his cocooned crystals
Only pitch black shape-shifters,
In the misty middle rock

As a memory of indigo burnings surfaces,
And his exuberance is unleashed
He swims over luminescent calcite flowers,
And splashs in the pale, pearly thoughts,
Of how the way she’ll let him in

By a passage of mystical beauty,
Growing from tension, compression, and bubbles that crowds…
Until…
Yielding softly overhead,
To his language of love
And burrowing down into that wide mouth
Of security and curiosity

     Photograph: Ryan McGinley

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Imprints

Imprints:”That Which I Have Done I Did Not Do (The Door)” – Ivan Albright

A recent visit to the Chicago Institute I got to view Ivan Albright’s painting “That Which I Have Done I Did Not Do (The Door).” It invoked the memory of one my favorite quotes from the French poet/philosopher Paul Valery. img_6655

Palais de Chaillot – quote by Paul Valery

“It depends on those who pass
Whether I am a tomb or treasure
Whether I speak or am silent
The choice is yours alone.
Friend, do not enter without desire.”
~ Paul Valery

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Earthly voids & Spiritual quest

Wild Eruptive Moods

Riding on this blue mood.                   Nourishment found in the dark abyss.                                                         In the sunset, I must subdue this dragon of desire.                                   In the sunrise, I must silent the grieving bell of these dense sorrows.                                                     I touch the earth, she response with volcanic ashes. “Fuck it, we are zen everything. We are masters to the fire.”

Poem and Image by: Naomi Ruth S.

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